The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

As soon as the black stream of light appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Like a meteor falling from the sky, the strong supernatural pressure made everyone nearby feel a huge threat.

The dome covering the headquarters base is already full of cracks, and it seems that it will break with the slightest touch.

The ghost controllers from the headquarters who were blocked outside saw this scene and tried to break through.

But they didn't expect that even the precarious dome could not be shaken by them.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they intuitively realized the power of that black stream of light.

A figure walked out of the black light, and the sharp-eyed ghost master had already recognized it. It was Hu Jiu.

Some slow ghost masters are still complaining in a low voice: "Who is it? Can you pretend to beep like this?"

Bang——

Hu Jiu's finger pointed towards the dome lightly~

The dome exploded.

Invisible debris shot out all over the sky, and the ghost masters gathered outside were the first to be affected.

Especially the one who complained about Hu Jiu just now had his throat pierced.

Bill, who was threatening Fu Youhua, was the most severely affected. Blood spurted out from his orifices on the spot, almost all over Fu Youhua.

Bill was shocked: "How is this possible?"

The ghost he controlled was in the form of a ghost realm that separated space, and now it was forcibly broken by someone!

The situation changed too quickly. Bill was completely frightened, while Fu Youhua was full of surprises. Reinforcements finally arrived!

However, soon after, the surprise on Fu Youhua's face turned into shock.

Hu Jiu...is conducting an indiscriminate attack.

The dome that shrouded the headquarters disappeared, replaced by endless cold and darkness. An unprecedented blizzard came, and the entire headquarters base was covered with a thick layer of frost.

The snowflakes floating in the air are like countless pairs of densely packed eyes, full of evil supernatural power, and each one contains a vicious curse.

With the arrival of frost and snow, the temperature inside the headquarters plummeted, and the cold invaded every corner, seeming to freeze everything.

Edith and Piero, who had just defeated Ms. Feng, had not had time to be happy when the biting cold caught them.

It only took a short time for the two of them to go from shock to despair. Their shouts were drowned by the wind and frost, and their body temperature was lost rapidly. They panicked and mobilized the ghosts in their bodies to resist, only to find that even the supernatural beings were frozen by the cold.

Frost flowers bloomed on their bodies one after another, their escape movements became stiff, and their blood gradually stopped flowing.

They maintained their last posture, their expressions frozen in fear, and their bodies were wrapped in layers of frost, forming vivid ice sculptures. Every detail was perfectly preserved, as if time had stopped here.

The evil ghosts who were released to wander also disappeared into the vast whiteness.

Hu Jiu's attack came so fast that the exorcist had no time to react.

When Bingshuang clung to Bill's leg, he quickly wiped away the blood on his face, slapped Fu Youhua over, and rushed out of the conference room.

"stop!"

He roared loudly, but was unable to stop Hu Jiu from crushing the exorcist's head with his kick.

The exorcist who was frozen into an ice sculpture had a very crisp body, and the crisp sound when he was kicked to pieces greatly pleased Hu Jiu.

Bill was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The powerful exorcist he brought was so easily turned into a pile of corpses?

Anger gradually destroyed his sanity!

"Go to hell!"

As the supernatural power surged, Bill's exposed skin quickly showed signs of ulceration, and his whole body seemed to turn into a highly decayed corpse.

Affected by it, the surrounding walls and floors were mottled and aged, with sporadic black and green mold spots growing on them, like an old house that had been left unmaintained for many years.

The ground under Hu Jiu's feet suddenly became soft. With a little force, it was like stepping on dog poop that had been dried on the outside. There was a huge maggot hidden in the poop. The feeling could be said to be quite disgusting.

The look of disgust was placed directly on his face.

The black and green mold spots are still spreading outward, and the frost is dispersed wherever it passes.

"Are you ready to die?"

Bill stared at Hu Jiu coldly, his voice full of resentment. At this time, he was a real evil ghost who was about to bring extremely cruel revenge.

Hu Jiu calmly pulled out a dark and ominous talisman.

Bill felt some kind of threat, but he couldn't help but sneer again and again. He saw that the talisman should be some kind of powerful supernatural item, and it would be more effective if it were unexpected.

"You are so conceited that you showed your trump card!"

The bright cards are easier to dodge, and Bill's eyes are stern. He wants the other party to die under his own pride!

A strange smile appeared on Hu Jiu's face.

The next second, a ghost hand stretched out from the shadow behind Bill.

The ghost hand carried a piece of black talisman paper, which was easily attached to the back of Bill's head.

The shocked expression flashed across Bill's putrid and stinking face.

Hu Jiu didn't want to waste time, so she grabbed his hair and took off his head.

The shadows beneath his feet squirmed, and Bill's body and the other broken ice sculptures of exorcists and ghost masters slowly sank into it.

Bill, with only one head left, is still alive, and Hu Jiu's supernatural power maintains his life like a candle in the wind.

The anger, anxiety, and confidence on his face all disappeared, leaving only endless fear.

"How...how could you be so powerful?" His eyes flickered and he murmured intermittently.

"In your heyday, you might have been able to withstand my attacks a few more times, but it's a pity~" Hu Jiu sighed with great hypocrisy.

When he broke the dome before, Bill had already suffered a serious injury, and his condition had seriously declined, so much so that he was immediately eliminated.

Hu Jiu blocked Bill's five senses, held his head, and stimulated him to wildly release the supernatural power that made all things rot.

The circuit system was destroyed and all surveillance systems were damaged.

Hu Jiu walked briskly and walked straight to the highest conference room.

Fu Youhua fell to the ground miserably, looking like a corpse, but he was still breathing and the injuries on his body were slowly healing.

Correspondingly, the wooden bracelet on his wrist seemed to have merged with his skin and flesh and could no longer be removed.

After waking up, Fu Youhua respectfully took Bill's head from Hu Jiu's hand and said by the way: "Zhang Hongwen is in safe house No. 3."

Hu Jiu nodded.

Zhang Hongwen had broken free from the emotional breakdown and barely returned to normal.

But when the door to safe house No. 3 was opened, what was supposed to come came.

"Uncle! Uncle, what's wrong with you!"

A short-haired woman leaned over anxiously to check on Zhang Hongwen, who suddenly fell to the ground and was twitching.

Sensing that there was some kind of curse at work, she immediately pouted and blew, and a thick pink bubble enveloped Zhang Hongwen inside.

Seeing that Zhang Hongwen's twitching gradually stopped, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

However, in the next moment, like a zombie, Zhang Hongwen suddenly stretched out his hands, burst the bubble from the inside, and strangled the woman's neck.

The woman was shocked and couldn't understand how an ordinary person could burst her bubble?

She wanted to resist, but it was too late. The crisp sound of bones breaking sounded, and everyone else in the safe house was frightened and overwhelmed by this scene.

Zhang Hongwen had an expression of extreme struggle and sadness on his face. He seemed to have briefly woken up, and a devil-like whisper came from his ears:

"Don't be afraid of being alone, your whole family will go down together to accompany you."

Amidst such beautiful blessings, Zhang shed tears of emotion and smiled.

Hu Jiu thought with an innocent face, simply killing people is not safe enough. If you want to kill, you have to kill the nine tribes directly to avoid being found by some inexplicable grudges and causes in the future~